Don’t even

Don’t tell me how to feel or how to be

There is certain complicated parts to me.

I do not think it is your business and I am not looking for approval.

I spent my younger days worrying about that

What people thought when they looked at me

There is a certain stance people like to take,

They are all a bunch that’s filled with a whole lot of fake.

I see they have nothing better to do

Maybe I should pose to them a question or two.

“Do you act this way at home? or

“Is this reason why you are so alone?

I don’t think they would like me to

That is why instead I choose to talk with just a few.

A few of the best un-judgemental people I’ve met/

There is something special when people just accept you

Your flaws and faults, to name a few

Something that lasts when things make a mess of your life

There is a few who will stand by your side.

Don’t even pretend to understand all I have written

You probably think I am reading someone else’s notes.

Look at your life, and

See if you fit there

There is no more room for you in mine, so beware

I am done, finished , and through with it all

So long, see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya.

                                                                MwsR ❤